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All pack members of the Atkinson clan instantly knew about the death of their alpha since they felt a great sense of despair deep down in their souls. They all wailed and cried to mourn the untimely death of two of their important figures.

Some of them even thought of ending their own lives because of the connection they had with their alpha and beta. They felt as though the world had come to an end and there was no purpose in being alive anymore.

However, not everyone was affected this severely by the news. Among them, there was one person who felt neither happy nor sad because of the demise of Romulus.

In a mansion in another town, a man with average height and a confident posture was spreading his arms while his servants were dressing him up. His kind dark-brown eyes looked lost in their own world. And his facial expression gave a familiar vibe. He looked very approachable and friendly.

When he was almost done dressing up, there was a soft yet urgent knock on the door.

A man walked in while holding a letter in his hand and then said while handing over the letter, “I think what we all felt earlier wasn’t a random feeling. Someone brought the news from the capital.”

“Read it for me.” The lord of the mansion sat down on a chair and allowed his servant to put the shoes on him.

The man who had brought the letter opened it and then read it out loud for everyone in the room to hear.

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“Respected sir,

We are deeply saddened to inform you that a tragic incident has taken place in the manor. Both our alpha and beta lost their lives in a mysterious manner. And currently, we all are in deep sorrow and trouble.

We would like to request you to come to the manor and take charge of the investigation of the assassination. We would also be a little comforted if you step in as the Acting Alpha until the formal selection is carried out in the coming full moon.

Sincerely,

Jake Greyson.”

The lord heaved a deep sigh after listening to the contents of the letter. He got up on his feet and pulled the sleeves of his shirt. And he murmured without showing any sadness on his face, “I would have loved to say that I am surprised to hear the news, but I am not. He was too ambitious and unruly. This was bound to happen one day or another.”

The man who brought the letter looked a little disappointed to hear that. But he maintained his composure and asked, “So, what do you plan to do about this matter?”

The lord put on his coat and replied as he buttoned it up, “Why do you think I am all dressed up? I have no choice but to go to the capital and find out the person or organization who orchestrated my brother’s assassination. I should thank them in person for ridding the world of that fool.”

The other man hurriedly put the letter on the table and then said, “Then I am also coming along with you. Just let me change my shoes.”

“Don’t worry about me, Ethan. I will head there first. You can catch up with me later on.”

“Regulus! Wait! I don’t think you should–” Before Ethan could protest against that decision, Regulus stormed out of the room and disappeared from view.

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The news about the assassination of Romulus and Slayer reached the ears of Jerome as well. And unlike Regulus, he looked really restless and worried. He was worried not just because of the sudden death of the alpha of the other clan, but because Everard happened to meet Romulus that very day.

He was pacing back and forth in his workroom in the castle and was mumbling to himself, “I just hope that that visit to the distillery won’t come back to bite us.”

“The King didn’t have a fight with Romulus though. So, I think he should be fine.” Jerome aimlessly darted his eyes around the room and kept on walking back and forth, contemplating whether or not he should ask the King to initiate an investigation regarding the sudden tragedy.

After thinking about it for quite a while, Jerome shook his head and concluded, “I don’t think it would be a wise decision to meddle in that matter. They might think that we are just trying to cover up our tracks in the name of investigation. Yes, it is better to stay away from that matter unless they come to us and ask for our help.”

Jerome sighed and pressed his palm on his head. “I think my head will burst if I keep on thinking about this.”

He decided not to dwell on that topic for now and then went to sit down on the chair.

“Jerome?”

He instantly got up on his feet when he heard Everard’s voice from outside the room before the door was unlocked.

He bowed to the King and asked, “Your Majesty, did you need anything? I thought you would be in your bed by now.”

Everard walked inside the room and then sat down on Jerome’s chair. He rested his head on the backrest and stared at the ceiling above him. He heaved a deep sigh and then asked, “Jerome, have you ever killed someone?”

Jerome suddenly felt his heart sinking when he heard that question from Everard. His mind made him think that it was Everard who had killed Romulus and Slayer, and a few other werewolves from the Atkinson clan.

“Y-You killed someone?” he asked the King in horror.

Everard frowned and then looked at Jerome. He looked really disturbed and fidgety. “What do you mean? You saw me kill that man in the afternoon!”

“Oh! Ah! Hmm…” Jerome sighed in relief.

And seeing Jerome getting relaxed all of a sudden, Everard widened his eyes and asked in a hurt tone, “What’s with that expression? Did you just assume that I killed someone other than that man?”